A Christmas Poem.
Continue ReadingMomma sits on the front porch in her favorite rocking chair as I climb out of my truck and hitch my way up the steps to her. Her hands are busy stringing green beans, breaking them up and dropping them in a kettle full of water on the chair next to her.
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